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Aye Yah Aye I used to whip a dirty Taurus, it said wash me on the back We used to whip a dirty Taurus, it said wash me on the back Aye (Good-Good-Good-Good-Work Charlie) We used to whip a dirty Taurus, it said wash me on the back Now I hop up on the plane and take it to L.A. and back I just be vibing with the team cause I know they got my back I'm just vibing with the team cause I know they got my back They be like "Ant Beale, all he do is pop shit" Seen him out in Cali' he was chilling with a pop bitch Then I turned around and seen him driving in his mom whip They all love to talk about the kid cause they don't got shit They ain't never seen shit, less they seen me out in Calabasas with a scene bitch Smelling like some Dolce & Gabbana mixed with lean sip And a little green shit Fuck that shit they talk about cause it don't ever mean shit It's like the moral of the story is I grow and get bigger We got the Goose and lemonade tonight cause he bought the liquor Ya WCW just followed my Twitter And I know you really like her so I'm tryna get with her I need them VVS' on my ring too I need a singing bitch I can sing to I need someone to ask me why I get so high Need to try and shake it when I ride by You know the hate is the new love They get close to us just to use us But I'ma keep turning up too much Fuck the club up so bad they wanna sue us We used to whip a dirty Taurus, it said wash me on the back Now I hop up on the plane and take it to L.A. and back I just be vibing with the team cause I know they got my back I'm just vibing with the team cause I know they got my back They got evil intentions, I could see right through it I won't need me no pension, bitch I get right to it Bet they wanted me dead, once the kid got ahead I could ride in they bed and grab they bitch by the head, woah I'm the boy she told you not to worry 'bout She told you she was going to her auntie house She called the Uber back to the studio We made a movie woah You have 937 messages I need them VVS' on my ring too I need a singing bitch I can sing to I need someone to ask me why I get so high Need to try and shake it when I ride by You know the hate is the new love They get close to us just to use us But I'ma keep turning up too much Fuck the club up so bad they wanna sue us
Writer(s): Ernest Brown Iii, Ant Beale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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